Maybe I think I’m a supervillain

For some reason, whenever I think of doing anything even remotely bad, my brain immediately pops up with an image of me being led through a crowd of people with a bag over my head. Which is completely ridiculous.

Not that I could be arrested–hey, it can happen to anyone–but that I would be important enough for a crowd of reporters and half a dozen cops. What kind of ego do I have, seriously?